Still unsure as to why, but the lighthouse was free (typically $3 / adult). It was quite charming, and the docent was friendly and attentive. She walked us and another family up the stairs to the light room, which has the original Fresnel light.
Of course, it was still foggy ... so we couldn’t see anything except the Fresnel lens. It is the tallest working lighthouse on the Atlantic, and she told a terrifying tale of a past visitor touching the lightbulb, which then exploded in their hand. Ouch!
The lavatories are at the craft shop down the road. It’s worth a few minutes, but I wouldn’t put all your souvenir eggs in that basket.
Naively, we thought the next town on our stop would provide much greater diversity in souvenir shopping. Forteau disappointed.
Not only was it Sunday so everything was closed, but we couldn’t find much in the way of gin. Just teasing, we couldn’t find anything in the way of a cafe, restaurant, souvenir, gasoline ... you name it.
Fly fishing on a beautiful day abounded. I've always wanted to try fly fishing, but this, sadly, wasn't going to be the time for learning.